By the little windiws, there's a flower-bed.
Tell me, oh my darling, why you are so sad.
I am not sad at all.
I hurt my leg before.
I hurt my leg before.
That's why I feel bad.
By the little windiws, there's a flower-bed.
Tell me, oh my darling, why you are so sad.
I am not sad at all.
I hurt my leg before.
I hurt my leg before.
That's why I feel bad.